Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 372

Chapter 372 Lisa: Ava's Camp

LISA

After miles of walking, the sun is pretty high in the sky.

I'm too exhausted to shove back layers to take a peek at my watch, plus I really don't want to know what time it is. If it's too early, I'll know we're still ages from seeing Ava. If it's too late, I'll be even more exhausted knowing how long we've been trudging through the snow.

Better to just keep going as my lungs burn and my whole body aches. I really thought I was ready for this, but I'm not in as good of shape as I'd thought.

Kellan's doubtful stare when I asked to come along is really making sense.

"Don't worry." Mira's friendly voice tells me she's back. Sometimes she roams ahead, helping break trail. "We aren't far now."

Thank. Fucking. God.

Mira points at a thin line of grey against the pale winter sky. "See that smoke? That's their camp."

My shoulders sag with relief as I stare at the back of Kellan's head. His broad shoulders haven't slowed once during our trek, and here I am ready to collapse. "Have I slowed you all down?"

"Not at all." Mira's smile warms her words. "We don't always scout in wolf form, you know."

"Why not?" It hadn't occurred to me that they would do that, but now that she's mentioned it—well, why wouldn't they? "Wouldn't it be easier?"

at the snow, her boots sending up a sparkling spray. "Things are different when we're shifted. We don't make a

"Different how?"

bonds grow stronger, but complex reasoning becomes harder. Plus, clothes are a pain

glance at Kellan's back. His steady stride

snow, and my breath comes in harsh pants that crystallize in front of

eventually the scent of cooking meat makes my mouth water. The promise of warmth and food urges me forward those last few

carries across the snow as

force of a furry semi, knocking me flat on my back. Her tongue assaults my face

shield my face

hands grip my arms, hauling me back to my feet. Snow clings to my clothes, but

out here?" Ava

the rosy flush in her cheeks. She

actually. But once Vanessa shoves this meal down my throat, I've got

heads bent together as they discuss whatever important wolf business demands their attention. We're here to bring meat back

I heard you caught

"The men caught a moose. I'm just going to help

arm through mine, leading me

sparing us

observe. Most tents I've ever seen camping are small.

bad, but Greg snored

me sit on what appears to be a folded sleeping bag. My muscles protest the movement—I'll definitely feel this trek tomorrow. But it was worth it. Good to know what

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